Nostalgia, But for What?
It’s hard to deny there’s something that I miss, even if it doesn’t make sense to me.
Poets Are Weird ft. Pádraig O Tuama
It’s for those times you need to be alone, and it’s to be consumed communally. That is weird.
Sanitation Scores Ruined My Life
How could I know that the Chili’s in MegaMall was safe to eat?
Old Man Johnson
He haunted every campground my family and I ever camped at.
My Old Haunts
All the ghosts I had at the River Arts District White Duck Taco have been drowned.
Ten Places and Spaces I’ve Split My Pants
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Where the Kudzu Grows
Kudzu is strong, but the fight for our native plants is not yet over.
Hometown Grocery Store
It is so comforting to return to a store I could navigate blindfolded.
My Big Year of Not Birding
If they heard an unusual call, birders may even backtrack those ten steps of progress and bring you back to the parking lot where you began.
Watching Airplanes Alone
I have never felt like the grief I have is deserved.
